Guardian

Chapter Twelve

I pulled myself away from him, sitting on my own on the other side of my bed. My hands had stopped shaking by now, and I had finally gotten control over my breathing. My crying had mostly stopped. He reached out his hand and touched my face, touching my cheeks where they were still a little bit wet from the tears. His soft fingers wipes at the invisible marks, like he was trying to get rid of something that I couldn't see. 

I lifted my hand up to his and pulled it from my face, ignoring the cold that I now felt where it had left, and I stared down at his hand, at his fingers and nails. They were much bigger than mine, extremely so, but that didn't mean that they were intimidating. His fingers, while soft, were rough at the same time, like how I'd imagine someone's hands might get if they used them too much for too long. 
My hands were tingling as I moved his hand around with my own, like there was something alive and buzzing on them. 
His arms were muscular and tones. His skin was as pale as I remembered it being. 

I brought my eyes up to his face again, and saw that he had been staring at me. 

"Is it really you?" 

I brought my hand up to  his face and brushed my fingertips over his high cheekbones and over to his lips. They pulled into a smile as I brushed over them lightly. They were softer than I thought they would be. His head leaned into my hand as I moved my fingers over to the left side of his face. He just rested his cheek on my hand, his eyes were closed and he sighed gently, the warm puff of air hitting my wrist. He opened his beautiful eyes and smiled at me again, turning his head over slightly and kissed my palm. 

"Yeah it's me." I could feel his lips moving against my hand. 

"But you left. You left years ago." I pulled my hand back, causing him to make a noise that I would only call a whimper. 

He shook his head, looking at me sadly. "I never left you. Not really. I could never leave you." 

I frowned as tears filled my eyes again. For gods sake why am I crying? This is so stupid! Why am I crying?  

"But you did. You left me alone. My dad died and you weren't there. I thought I made you up. They told me that you were imaginary but everything I remembered was so real, it couldn't have been made up. I was so scared, and so alone. It shouldn't have been that bad." I laughed to myself "What happened?" 

"I didn't want to leave. I really didn't. It was the last thing I wanted to do. But your mom and dad started to get concerned about you, you were getting older and they were completely convinced that you were still making me up. They thought that you needed to make actual friends. I had to go away for a while. I wasn't going to stay away forever, and I never really left. I just had to stat invisible for a while. But I was always there, making sure that you were okay, that you were never hurting too bad. I am so sorry that I wasn't there for you when your dad died. I was there that day, and it hurt so badly to not be able to hug you and comfort you, to tell you that everything was going to be okay." 

He grabbed my hands in his, completely enveloping them in their warmth. "I swear to God that I was never away from you. I was always here and it hurt me everyday to not be here with you." 

"I don't think I understand." I said slowly. "What are you?" 

"I'm an angel." He stated, his face deadly serious. "I was sent here to protect you, to be your guardian." 

"Guardian Angel?" 

He nodded "Most people have them. There's a whole world out there that you don't know about. A world full of things you've only read about." 

"What do you mean?" 

"There are people who are so much different from you, and so different from me." 

"Well don't beat around the bush! Tell me!" I shifted myself so I was sitting with my legs crossed in front of me, awaiting his next words. I hoped that the story would clear my mind of the previous situation. For some reason, I didn't have as many questions as I thought that I might. Maybe other people would have more questions, but I was more than content to just listen to his voice. 

He laughed at me eagerness. "This world is filled with creatures that some think you only read about. Werewolves, Vampires, Fairies, Ghosts, they're all real and they are all walking among us everyday. You've probably seen tons of them without knowing it. They're defining features are hard to make out unless you have practice with picking them out. In our "Supernatural" culture, we've got things like soulmates.
For us angels, we can spend hundreds of years looking for our soulmates, but the moment we find them, we're immediately tied to them. For werewolves and vampires, they search for their mates by using things like scent and sight.
When a werewolf or vampire find their mate, they have this compelling need to be with them all the time. There are some features of mates or soulmates that are the same for every culture. The immediate protectiveness, the love and care.
For Fairies, they don't have romantic soulmates, they have people who their souls connect with in simply a platonic way. But that doesn't make the bond any less intense. Fairies, in my opinion, have one of the best connections to anyone.
Ghosts, well they don't generally have soulmates in their afterlife. Their job is to watch over people, their soulmates that maybe came after they did. It's quite sad really." 

I stared at him, I'm sure my eyes were wider than they had been before, I was almost positive that my mouth was hanging open. Somehow, it didn't sound as ridiculous as you may think it did. In fact it was amazing. 

I'd read stories, as I may have previously mentioned, about people like this before, and I had always wondered if there was some possibility that they were real and out there somewhere. My reasoning being that planet Earth is so big that we can't be the only people to live on it. 

"How do they hide so well?" 

"That's the thing, they don't. They just don't flaunt their different abilities out to the human race. Humans have an tendency to write off what they can't explain." I laughed a littler bit as he said this. 

I took in a deep breath, feeling sleep creep its way into my mind. 

Wings seemed to notice this and he chuckled a little bit. "Go to sleep Feather." 

I shook my head as I rubbed my eyes "I wanna know more." 

"We've got all the time in the world for me to tell you more. You need sleep." 

"How do I know you'l be here when I wake up? How do I know I didn't imagine this?" I asked him, leaning over so I could touch his face again, feeling the warmth spread over my fingertips and I knew that I couldn't imagine this. 

"I'm not leaving again, I promise you." he reached his hand up and linked our pinkies together. 

I smiled and laid down. I wiggled around for a moment, pulling the covers over my body and tucked them under my chin. I closed my eyes for a second, before opening them again, making sure that he was still there. 
He smiled at me, getting under the blankets himself and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. 

I took in a deep breath and sleep took over me.